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    Hook Me(Men of Inked #2) by Chelle Bliss
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    “I don’t want to be anyone’s sugar mama. I worked hard for everything I have. I will not have someone leech off me. I want a man, not a child. You know what I mean?”

    “Agreed.” She nodded. “Text Sarah and let her know we’re close.”

    Lori rambled on about Sal and his amazing c**k until we pulled into the parking lot. I smiled and nodded, letting her talk. I applied a little more lipstick as she turned off the car.

    “I’m so happy you could come tonight, Mia.”

    “Me too, Lori. I need a night of dancing with my girls.”

    “Fuck music, let’s get inside and find you some dick.” She giggled.

    “I don’t think my Romeo’s inside. I just want to dance and get shit faced.”

    “I said dick not your one true love, silly woman. You need a good f**k to remind you what life’s all about,” she said, as we approached the long line filled with beautiful girls in skimpy outfits.

    Lori pulled me forward, bypassing all the waiting people, straight to the bouncer. “Hey, Pete. This is my friend Mia.” Lori kissed his cheek.

    Pete’s face softened with her kiss. His t-shirt looked painted on as it strained against his bulging biceps. His hair was cut in military fashion, flat top and perfect. Pete didn’t look like someone you wanted to mess with.

    Pete held out his hand to me. “Hi, Mia. It’s nice to meet you,” he said, bringing my hand to his lips and placing a gentle kiss on it.

    There was no sizzle and pop. I wanted the spark like Michael gave me and although Pete had that sexy as f**k look; his lips did nothing for me.

    “You too, Pete.” I smiled, pulling my hand back.

    “Your friends are inside waiting for you,” Pete said, motioning toward the door.

    “You’re the best,” she said, wrapping her arms around his waist.

    “Only for you,” he said, kissing her hair. “When are you going to go out with me, beautiful?”

    “Pete,” she said flatly.

    “I don’t give up easily. Can’t blame a guy for trying.” He shrugged and patted her ass. “Go on in before the line gets restless.”

    “Thanks again. Maybe we’ll see you inside,” she said, as he opened the door for us.

    The thump of the music made my chest rattle as we stood in the entrance, surveying the bar. People were everywhere and the dance floor moved with the beat and didn’t have a free spot on it.

    We spotted Sarah and Jamie at the bar nursing their martinis and checking out the men. Jamie’s red hair bounced as she shrieked and clapped when she saw us. She was typically over dramatic but fun to be around, especially when she had a few too many to drink. She had on a kick ass black dress and red heels showing off her long legs. Her thin frame swayed as she grabbed the bar top.

    Sarah wrapped her arms around me. “Been too long, girl,” she said in my ear. Sarah’s blue eyes were glassy.

    “I know. We have to go this more often.” I checked out her outfit. “Damn, you look good, Sarah.”

    She grinned and twirled. “I’ve been working my ass off in the gym. I’m wearing a bikini this year if it kills me.” She snapped her fingers catching the attention of the bartender and signaled for two more drinks. “He’s delicious, isn’t he?” Sarah asked, watching him move in the tight space. “I’m taking him home as a treat,” she laughed, as her eyes remained glue to his body.

    “Always on the prowl,” Lori said, before becoming enamored by his body too.

    He placed our drinks on the bar and leaned over to whisper in Sarah’s ear. Her lips turned up in an enormous smile, her eyes growing wide. He was definitely saying something X-rated. He backed away with a grin that could only be described as sinful. “Would you ladies like a shot?” he asked, never taking his eyes off Sarah.

    “Hell yes,” she said, still wearing the dopey smile he’d given her.

    “A toast,” Lori said, as she raised her glass. “May your love last thousand years but come in six inch increments.”

    We clinked our glasses together and laughed before taking a sip.

    “Six seems a bit average, don’t you think?” Jamie said, as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

    “Hey, when you’re getting zero, six seems like f**king king dong.”

    “True, true.” Jamie nodded her head and giggled.

    “Drink those martinis because the dance floor is calling my name,” I said, grabbing the martini in front me.

    “I’d rather stand here and gawk at all the yummy hotness in this room,” Lori replied.

    “I know you would, Lori, but dance and gawk. Maybe you’ll get felt up,” I said around the rim of my martini glass.

    “If I could be so lucky.” She laughed as she finished the last of her drink. They were ahead of us by a few sips and we had some catching up to do. “I’m usually the one doing the molesting though.” Lori sighed as she placed her glass on the bar.

    Lori wasn’t bashful and made her intentions known to any man that caught her attention. We never judged her for going after what she wanted. Nine times out of ten she hit a homerun, but I’ve never been as forward as her.

    “Fuck it,” she said. “We’re taking a taxi tonight or sleeping at Sarah’s place. I’m not going to be the sober one tonight.”

    When Princes “Get Off” started to play, we ran screaming to the dance floor.

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